Or perhaps unhappy. I think I'm a bit low on estrogen right now.

Also, I'm drinking diet fucking tonic water with a wedge of lime: no sugar, no alcohol, no caffeine. No fucking good, really.

I need to produce a chapter a day for the next two days, and that would be okay if I didn't also have other work to do alongside it all. The beauty of it all?—deep down, I know I have the bitchinest life. I mean, geez: I'm within 100 pages of finishing the draft for my murder mystery. How cool is that?

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